But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonHappy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame - to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonIt is noticeable how intuitively in age we go back with strange fondness to all that is fresh in the earliest dawn of youth. If we never cared for little children before, we delight to see them roll in the grass over which we hobble on crutches. The grandsire turns wearily from his middle-aged, careworn son, to listen with infant laugh to the prattle of an infant grandchild. It is the old who plant young trees; it is the old who are most saddened by the autumn; and feel most delight in the returning spring.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonSay what we will, you may be sure that ambition is an error; its wear and tear of heart are never recompensed, -it steals away the freshness of life, -it deadens its vivid and social enjoyments, -it shuts our souls to our own youth, -and we are old ere we remember that we have made a fever and a labor of our raciest years.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton